Poems with rhymes of cried

They wept--and, turning homeward, cried,
"In heaven we all shall meet;"
--When in the snow the mother spied

That carolled less than cried
Against the dying rave
And moan that never died,

The woeful Widow cried;
"Such murder foul thou ne'er hast done
Some fiend thy soul belied!"

And plucked Bathsheba’s hand aside;
Then caught the name that there she cried

'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,

Who menaced me with blows, and cried
'Come on! Come on!' O Paian, Healer,
Then but for thee I must have died,

Rarely i smile, often i have cried
Yet already my soul has died

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,

"Now meet thy fate", incens'd Belinda cried,
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.

Then fear took hold of him, and he cried:
'I have gathered enough; now, war should cease!'
And he sent out messengers far and wide

A tedious owlet cried;
The nightingale above my head
With this or that replied,

The reckless scoffers cried,
As to a horseman's saddle-bow
The old man's arms were tied.

The poor old farmer bowed his head. 'Ingratitude!' he cried,
'And after all I've done for you, my offer is denied!'

"It is the word of life," the parent cried;
--"This is the life itself," the boy replied;

They went arrayed in honour. But they died,—
Not one by one: and mutinous I cried

'Might I stay the sun above us, good sir Bishop?' Canute cried;
'Could I bid the silver moon to pause upon her heavenly ride?

Then near approaching, "Father, hail!" he cried;
"And hail, my son," the rev'rend sire replied;

From the tears that he cried
Reminded him the love that they shared
The times before she died

Then again Iskander cried:
'Now follow whither I ride,

And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side -